The question is, am I?

Ever since Squarespace changed and "improved" the service, I can't create a new post. I'm going to try to save and publish this now and see what happens....

Well, that took a while but it's up and legible. Then I found a way to edit, that is, add on. Not sure what I've done but I'm here now for a while maybe.

I was going to write something about imperial me. My Pyrex one-cup measure is so old the numbers have disappeared from the side of the cup. My eye, however, is trained to fill it to 1/3 or 1/4 or 1/2 - whatever, without looking. My eye, you see, is imperial. I can't measure at a glance in metrics.

I've said before that I'm an alien on this planet. For temperature, which is in Celsius, I know that 70 Fahrenheit is sweater weather outside. 10 Celsius is a scarf with a jacket; 0 C is Chilly. And I have a few palindromic numbers to guide me: 16 Celsius is 61 Fahrenheit; 28 C is 82 F. That's all I can do.

As for miles/kilometres, I go by time now. A place is an hour away or two hours, like that.

I live in a Wonder World.

Is it any wonder I am dismayed that Squarespace has rattled my cobweb? I'm not sure if I can get back tomorrow.How do I save it now?

It's a good thing I wrote my blog early yesterday because the rest of the day disappeared. It was just too much. It didn't help that I went the wrong direction on my first errand. Well, I never begrudge extra walking - good for me. But I've been thinking about my infallible inaccuracy. I am directionally challenged, navigationally impaired, geographically stunted - in other words, I can't find my way out of a paper bag. It's not because I'm old and losing marbles. I've been like this all my life. I've probably told you before: I lost my map when I was born but I swallowed a clock (I have a good sense of time).

When I was eight years old I was in Grade Four and considered smart. My teacher forgot something at home one day and chose me to go and get it for her. I wasn't that smart. She gave me carfare and directions and I went to pick up the article, whatever it was, at her home. I got lost. I wandered around the neighbourhood where she lived and finally found a public pay phone (no cell phones in those days), and called to ask for more guidance. Anywhere I go, it helps to ask. It helps even more if the person I ask speaks the same language, preferably English. This is not guaranteed, even in Toronto. And when they do speak English, they don't know where I'm going, either. Usually, now, I just try to figure it out by myself and if it means more walking, well, as I say, that does me good. (Pollyanna, remember?)

So yesterday was no different, no worse because of my advanced age, perhaps better because my recovery time is faster and I can go to Plan B quite swiftly. I am annoyed, though, because I can make the same mistake several times before a path (rut) settles in my mind and I can find my way without a helpful nudge.

I guess I'm good at some things. But my ineptitude keeps me very humble.